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I’m Just Trying to Sweat On Some Strangers

Last night I was the proud and only occasionally unwilling participant of a house party that lasted until the sun came up. This was not an American house party, where you crank up the music in someone’s apartment and stand uncomfortably close to one another for two hours tops before you realize it is the worst thing in the world and then escape. This house party was a public party with “house” music at a club-like location somewhere near the pyramids.

I know that we were somewhere near the pyramids because I saw one as we were driving back in the early dawn. I also saw the sun itself, a fluorescent red disk rising over the Nile. And then I went home, saw I had no notifications on facebook, and went to bed. All in all it was a fun, enriching, and eye-bulging experience. Here’s an advertisement.

Saqqara Oasis: Where There Are No Worries Because Your Sweat Will Put Out the Molotov Cocktail Flames

Hey you! Yeah you with the “One Tequila, Two Tequila, Three Tequila, Dance floor” shirt!

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Saqqara Oasis: You will lose control, sweat, stay out for longer than you wanted to, go through an endless cycle of despairing of departure and then catching a second wind, and discover the heights of who you can be.

Do you even like Egypt? LOL Your snark has an Anthony Bourdain edge and what’s not to like about that. But I’m wondering if you’re a “can’t stand it here foreigner,” (as in the Cilantro set, sipping coffee in a room full of Egyptians and dissing the hell out of their country) or you like being in Egypt and don’t take the country and yourself too seriously. Just askin. 🙂

I looked up the Anthony Bourdain reference, and he has a wikipedia page, so I appreciate you comparing me to him. As for your question, it is a very good one. Do I love everything about Egypt, definitely not. In that respect, I am like many Egyptians who wish the country were different in a lot of ways. Do I hate being here? No. Despite the challenges, my life here is not bad at all. My apartment has air conditioning. I have Egyptian friends that I like hanging out with, and the opportunity that I have here is really incredible. Like many things, I don’t love and I don’t hate Cairo. It’s a mixture, and you have to take it all or not at all. There’s a backstreet boys song about this I think.